A Little Light Reading - OTA

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With his lone copy of 'Hustler' safely stashed away under his mattress - technically he supposed it was contraband, and there was no way in hell he wanted his 'reading material' taken away from him - Victor found himself with little else to do except try and amuse himself without ending up breaking anything

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[dirt_bloodsmile]

Teddy was pretty sure he look mentally handicapped at the exact moment in time, what with a spoon hanging vaguely from in between his teeth, a half eaten bowl of cereal in his hand, bed head, and a downright bemused expression at seeing Victor lounged out like a great big muscular house cat.
"Well hot damn fluffy can read." Teddy's tone was teasing and light as he plopped down on a table in Victor's line of site munching experimentally at the box brand lucky charms before he found them satisfactory.
He may not have been around Victor that much when he was in the war, (and hell he still wasn't sure Victor remembered him as part of the firing squad) but he'd watched enough in his nervous anxiety that Victor Creed was a hell of a lot smarter then he let on and severely doubted this fact had changed over the years.

[watch_the_nails]

Victor glanced up when Teddy spoke to him, drawing his attention away from the newspaper. Although the feral wasn't exactly pleased to find himself in the other mutant's company, the man hadn't yet proved to be an excessive irritation - and, with the shared military history which they had (although Victor hadn't yet realised that Teddy had been there on that day) he did at least treat Teddy with a small degree of respect. Half the mutants on the base didn't even know which way round to hold a goddamn gun.

"You wanna see how fluffy I am after I ram that spoon sideways up your ass?" he commented drily. He bristled more at the nickname than at the implication of his lack of intelligence; only Rictor had yet earned the right to insult him without any real consequence.

((OOC: Argh, that icon! It kills me. XD ))

[dirt_bloodsmile]

Teddy snorted as he swallowed another spoonful of the comically colorful cereal. “Sounds like a party Creed. But I'll take a rain check for the sake of my back end if that's alright with you."

It took him a second of dry amusement to say anything more, but when he caught proper site of the newspaper he raised an eyebrow and pointed at it with his spoon. "You usin the sports section in that?"

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The feral glanced at Teddy again, then back at the paper; he wasn't using it, but he'd never been one to be civil, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he pulled out the sports pages and handed them to the other mutant. There was no harm in giving him something which he didn't really care about, anyway.

"There y'go. Whaddaya care about them for, anyway? You gonna jerk one off to the Angels or somethin'?"

Teddy wasn't the only one grabbing a bite to eat; while he'd been reading, Victor had been helping himself to a few stray bread rolls and pieces of cold chicken that he'd found in the fridge. As such, the paper was now spotted with an attractive variety of grease marks.

[watch_the_nails]

Maybe Delta hadn't noticed it, but from the moment she'd headed towards him with her cup of coffee, Victor had been keeping tabs on her from out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't that he'd marked her up as a potential conquest - sure, she was cute, and he wouldn't have minded taking a tumble with her, but the girl was just too cold and methodical for his tastes - it was more to do with the fact that he just didn't trust her. The feral was wary of a female who would want to talk to him; either she was far too confident, or insane, or both.

"There's a chick in a swimsuit on page five," he offered.

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"Oh yeah? How was I s'posed t'know that?" he snorted, turning the page. "I ain't seen you do so much as raise an eyebrow since y'got here. You're frigid. So maybe that means you're more into chicks that guys."

Yeah, that was how Victor's mind worked sometimes; if a girl didn't show any interest in men, or in particular, in him, then of course they had to be a lesbian. And if she wasn't, he could at least enjoy trying to wind her up about it.

"What does count as interestin' for you, anyways?"

[lightbulbtrix]

Bradley was finally getting into the swing of things. He sharing a room with John and so far there had only been the usual amount of chaos around the camp. The technopath just figured he'd do the same thing as always. Keep his head down and stay out of trouble, and nothing bad would happen.

Of course, he could always count on the grumpy cat to ruin any plans he had of staying as far away from trouble as possible. This time, Victor looked especially unhappy and/or bored. Bradley resigned himself to the fact that, once again, he was most likely going to end up used as a (hopefully only verbal) chewtoy.

[watch_the_nails]

And the poor technopath was probably going to be right. As soon as he'd walked into the Mess Hall, Victor had glanced up to see him, instantly recognising the smaller man's scent; the hint of a wicked smile pulled at the corners of the feral's mouth, and he pretended to continue reading the newspaper as Bradley drew closer. Then, as he neared Victor, the feral lowered the newspaper to glare at him, puffing out his chest, acting every inch the cruel Alpha Male.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't our resident lil' country mouse," he sneered, flashing a glimpse of his vicious fangs. Folding up the newspaper, he placed it down on the table next to him and sat back, folding his arms across his chest, loving the way his muscles flexed and bulged as he moved them. "What did y'come in here hopin' to find, huh? A piece of cheese? I knew we shoulda put some traps down in the kitchen t'keep the vermin out."

[lightbulbtrix]

Bradley wondered if he had done something horrible in a former life to warrant being tormented in this one like a nerd in high school by a bullying jock. He let out a long-suffering sigh as Victor started in with his usual insults and cruel demeanor.

If he stayed silent, Victor would just continue until he reacted. If he spoke up, Victor would still chime in with another insult. Either way, he would lose. Bradley decided just to take his chances and answer back, still attempting to move as quickly as possible away from the large cat. "Funny. I didn't know they let an animal like you anywhere near the kitchen."

[watch_the_nails]

At least Bradley had spent enough time around Victor now to know how the big feral would treat him. It was definitely a no-win situation, but by answering back, at least the smaller man could retain a little dignity. Smirking, Victor continued to sneer at Bradley while he headed as far away from him as possible.

"Oh yeah, they let me play nice, long as I don't piss in the soup tureen." Victor was joking, of course; his toilet habits may have been less than sanitary, but even he had the sense not to urinate in or near his food. "How 'bout you, huh? You gonna be nibblin' holes in the cereal packets?"

[movetheearth]

Dropping into the seat opposite Victor, Ric leant across the table and pushed the newspaper down so he could peek into the centre. He knew he'd probably earn a glare or at least a growl and a smack for being so cheeky but out of everyone in camp Ric knew he could get away with that kind of action the most. "Where's the dirty magazine I expected you to be hiding in the centre pages hombre?"

Ric sat back with a thud, making the chair squeak loudly against the floor. He smiled, peeling down the skin of the banana he'd grabbed, ignoring the rest of the small fruit pile he'd collected before coming over to join the feral. Sure it wasn't the same as having access to sugary snacks all the time but Ric never looked a gift horse in the mouth. Mouth full and gesturing at Victor with the half eaten banana he continued to talk. "Not getting all smart on me know are you? You'll be reading the New Scientist next and telling us all about the future of ergonomics."

Dumb and pretty this boy might be, but he does know his business jargon.

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At first, Victor just glared at Ric, glowering at him from beneath a heavy brow that would have made a Neanderthal proud. He winced at the sound of the chair scraping across the floor, and gave a low growl of irritation, but the Mexican was correct in thinking he could get away with pulling these sort of stunts around the feral without any recriminations - at least, up to a point, anyway

[movetheearth]

Ignoring Ric would only make him more determined to get a reaction and by acknowledging him you were simply implying that he was allowed to talk; there truly was no winning with this guy. Sorry Victor.

The other half of the banana had been crammed into his mouth by that point so Victor was rewarded with a mulchy banana grin before the Mexican swallowed his mouthful. "Oh no manches! If I had known all it would take was el plátano to turn you Victor I'd have made my move a long time ago." With an over the top wink Ric started to peel an orange, sliding half over to Victor once he was done.

"Everything alright Victor or you just sitting in here so you can get first dibs on dinner huh?" Ric popped a segment of orange into his mouth as he twisted the now discarded newspaper round to face him, scanning over the article about Japan.

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Sighing, the feral just rolled his eyes as Rictor commandeered the newspaper, pulling it away from him. Sometimes, it was easier to just humour the man and go along with what he wanted as long as it kept him quiet. Well - quieter, anyway.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just fuckin' peachy. Whaddaya think, idiot?" he grumbled, adopting his usual sullen demeanour. He hated the way things were around the camp right now, and he wasn't afraid to show how he felt about it. He'd already had a good moan about things to the Mexican, but he'd welcome any chance to air his grievances to him. "Y'think anythin's changed since y'last asked me, huh? Y'think Sykes has let Jimmy share a room with me again just 'cause we asked nicely? Y'think Emma's waltzed over an' opened her legs for me 'cause I been a good boy